The boy's uniform was a perfect fit. A second skin that made him look average. Normal. Forgettable.
It felt like a better disguise than any shadow he could command.
To complete the look, he took a piece of his old, tattered cloak and made a simple handmade mask to cover the lower half of his face. It was crude. Rough. But it served its purpose.
It made him anonymous. Made him a ghost.
Now he could walk freely.
Yeah. This would work.
The city was breathtaking. Confusing. A mix of magic and technology that shouldn't exist together but somehow did perfectly.
The buildings were works of art. Their glowing stone walls and polished wood frames reached toward a sky filled with soft, ambient light from floating crystals. Like stars brought down to earth. Magic made solid and practical.
